18

Amelia Forbes

I couldn't help but feel really jumpy at school today. I ducked at the sight of every six feet male figure, feeling incredibly foolish when I realized it wasn't Jason.

Okay. It wasn't my fault. He had literally threatened me last night so. . .

I checked my timetable. We only had once class together today.

Not that it would prevent the threats from happening. But it'd be nice to not have to see him till later.

A tall, sandy haired figure came into view and I let out a small yelp and attempted to hide my head in my locker.

After a few uneventful moments, I carefully inched my head out just in time to see the sandy haired guy-who was definitely shorter than Jason and had a pair of glasses on-give me a strange wondering look as he walked past.

I restrained from slapping my forehead as that would only make me look worse, and confirm the fact that I had gone nuts.

Instead, I grabbed my books and fled to find an empty space to hide.